Storming back into the room, Layla is sitting on the edge of the discarded bed causally drying her hair with the towel.
“Babe.”
“Micha,” she says calm and all sexy.
“Like move it, come on,” I snap.
“Micha, what time did all those messages come in? I feel like we have time. Nothing’s happened so far.”
Shaking my head, I close my eyes and count to ten. I need to, she just doesn’t get it. Like yeah, you’re the niece of Damon Gallo. That holds a lot of weight. To what she has seen, I know just how extremely dark. She went through all the abuse and torture he and her father put her through until he died in an OD and Damon became the sole tormentor of my beautiful baby.
That fucking bastard. I wanted to kill Damon so badly that it almost hurt. I wanted to hurt that bastard as much as he’s hurt me and I wanted to kill Ian for his betrayal.
“Damon is just using Ian as a pawn in all this, Micha, and as a good little soldier doing as he was told,” she says coming up behind me, her lips on my neck sending goosebumps over my body. My cock stirs,really not the time, mate.
“He didn’t have to betray his grandfather by this though. Like why would you work for a man who took so much from your family,” I seethe out.
“Because he wants to be you, my love. He wants the control, the power, the presence that you have. He wants it all. Damon and death sends him that bit closer to the end game of becoming Micah Ragen.”
“I know. I know you’re right, but fuck, Ian should be fucking smarter than this though he fucking understands what he’s doing. He knows that it’s fucked.” I say to her looking deep into her eyes.
“Well, my love he wants to make a name for himself now that it’s all been stripped from him. You and your grandfather are all that is standing in his way.”
I crouched down in front of Layla, staring into her eyes.
“It’s going to be ok. We will survive this, we will win.”
Her lips kiss mine softly, lightly and fast.
“You know this how?” I raise my eyebrow at her.
“Because you’re smarter than both of them.”
Her arms wrap around me and I hug her back tightly, pressing her body against mine. I took a deep breath and I felt the tension in my body relax ever so slightly.
“We gotta go, babe.” Pulling her body back from mine and linking my fingers through hers we head out of my house, bags and all, down to my Camaro and to the safe house on the other side of town.
Ian has no clue where this one is. He would have hit up all the others by now.
Hitting call on my phone the sound of it connecting to my cars Bluetooth has the ringing bouncing around us.
- “Pops.”
- “Ahh, Grandson.”
- “You good.”
- “Yes, I’m with your Nona. Ian has hit four outta the eight houses searching for you.”
- “I’m heading to you now.”
Hitting end on that call I ring Jimmy.
- “About fucking time, ball bag,” he snaps into the phone.
- “Yeah, sorry. Phone went dead. Why didn’t you come over?” I say to him turning off the mainroad. I take the small gravel road down to the old farm that I bought a few months ago for Layla and me to have a family at. That was before I had even spoken to her, though it seems stupid I knew I would marry this woman.
This place is huge. Set on thirty acres with the main house being ten bedrooms, twelve bathrooms, two lounges, a movie theater and wine cellar.
